Every day, I grow into something new.
People don't believe me when I say, "I don't know," whenever they ask, "Who are you?"
That is the beauty of my slithering life.
I will keep shedding my sins away with a brand new page to be destroyed, over and over again.
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
Puisi"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
